Confidence

In popular (read, ‘unconscious’ culture), a man is perceived as having no confidence if he petitions a woman’s good will–with multiple attempts–contacting her to implore her understanding of what has transpired between them. Or, er, that is what is implied. For when a man does that and gets undesired results, “confident” people say, ‘you look weak; you should ignore her’. No knowledge of the past and how this “worked” before matters, apparently. No inquiry is made into the details. Only this primitive, Darwinian-like analysis on the most basic level of input-output is pronounced, and the suggestion is, ‘women are mere animals; ‘all the same’, and thus: ‘we must treat them in this particular way to get what we want.

Of course–this is about the beginning of the dating game nonsense– to gain or ascertain a person’s interest–playing on the sense of mystery is the preferred method of choice in Korea–to answer the questions, ‘does he like me enough?’/’Is he is calling/texting/writing me’ just because he thinks I am easy?’. And to this end, of course the ‘Hello!’/’Oh, hello, how are you?’, and then the requisite ‘no response to the second ‘hello’ method is popular, among women; You know…it goes like this:

Guy: Hi there (^.^)!

Girl (three days later): Hi ^^!

Guy (a minute later): How are you?

Girl (leaves chatroom to return a week later): Hi! Let’s meet in June, are you okay?

If you’re like me, you don’t care for these infantile and primitive dating rituals that you never had to deal with in your life, and you ignore this and only say ‘hello’ again a few days later; not as strategy; you couldn’t give a damn fora person or situation engendering games. You grew up when there were no cell-phones smaller than a shampoo bottle and you had to be rich to own one. There were no pagers, and you waited half your adult life to get an answering machine, which until the mid nineties, you had to return home to check. So you cannot understand all this wasted time. Also, if you’re like me, you understand the games–but appreciate confident people who have no use for them, and are not afraid to gently persue an issue that is important, because it related in a time-sensitve way to your and the other person’s heart.

But games in dating are supposed to be all about starting out, right? You shouldn’t have to deal with this detritus with one you have expressed undying love for, dedication, and even a pledge to support her family; whom you took to the hospital multiple times, bought expensive gifts for, gave money to when she was out of work, traveled with, shared secrets, dreams, romance with, right; one who noticed intimate anomalies about your health–that your doctors never w!

So, why is it like this? Because you are in Korea; the place that is beguilingly accommodating and congenial, yet insanity-inspiring and knuckle-whitening-in its ability to always be frustrating–always at the same damn time.

It was different when I first arrived in Korea, years ago. Women pursued you and after they got your interest, they held on. The younger generation is all about these games. Why Men Love Bitches became popular with idots in the West, and of course in Korea–a country wherein men have held insane amounts of power for thousands of years, women have caught on to how to manipulate their near-animalistic desire for sex–in a culture that facilitates affairs in every way–probably more than any other on the planet in human history. Korean women have adopted a cold, calculated, and mean MO that would make western women pale in horror. The funny thing is, they hardly know it, themselves. And of course a version of the afore-mentioned book exists here, too.

Ah, ignore it!

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Carl Atteniese / 亜天二恵世万慈道

Thank you for reading. I hope this finds you exceedingly well. I was born in Brooklyn, in the middle of the NASA Gemini space Program era--which was on course for the Apollo program, aiming to land men on the moon. I watched Neil Armstrong make humanity's first step on the lunar surface. The space program left a lasting effect on me and inspired life-long interest and passion in me. I was born a little more than 2 years after President John Kennedy was assassinated and a few years before Dr. Martin Luther King was assassinated. It was a time of tumult, but better manners, a gentler approach to one another (despite the prejudice being worked on by progressives-) little political correctness, no cancel culture and thicker skin & more opportunity for laughs, a time of fantastic television, austere and fact-based news delivered with brevity and sobriety and much superlatively stylish design. It was the beginning of Star Trek, Star Wars, and a few years on, personal computers, digital watches, hand-held electronic games and movies were still in theaters--not on our TVs--unless they were a little old. People paid more attention to books, from where trust is built with credibility we intrinsically see, competency earned and reflected and facts & expertise. One reason I am not apt to dabble in irrational conspiracy theories is I made many a trek to the local library, to read about stars, planets and astronauts, and to the local bookstore--no longer there--to find my favorite science fiction novels--to either read, or simply marvel at their covers, by Boris Valejo and Frank Frazetta--inspirations that would fuel my later entry into the School of Visual Arts in New York City. I grew up in Long Island, worked and was educated there until I discovered New York City, then it was on to Boulder Colorado, The Mojave Desert, South Korea and now Japan. I have visited Mongolia, the Philippines, and England and hope to see the rest of the world--and maybe even beyond it. I teach English as a Second Language, practice secular Buddhism and pay attention to philosophy, astronomy, spaceflight, aviation and human & species rights. I make art, poems and photography--and real friends, wherever I go--when I can. Maybe our paths will cross; until then, enjoy my writing and pictures, and send me a note. Maybe we can have a cup of coffee someday, somewhere. Thank you for reading. I wish you love, peace, joy and enlightenment--sincerely--because you are sentient, and you suffer, too. Carl Atteniese Tokyo

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